CHAPTER 9
Hudson
“Are you sure about this?”
I’m not sure why I told my best friend, except I wanted someone to know where I’d be in case I disappear. Not exactly comforting.
“I’m tired of going through my cycles alone or with mediocre omega fetishizers,” I say.
“I get that,” Ella says. “Why do you think I’m officially registered to check out some scent cards. That doesn’t mean you need to rent out your fucking uterus to three men you literally just met.”
“I haven’t technically agreed to that yet,” I point out. Because I haven’t. The current agreement is what I previously advertised; Pack Anders bid on and will pay to spend my heat with me.
“It sure as hell sounds like they’re doing everything they can to talk you into it,” she says.
“Well, yeah. Doesn’t mean I’m going to say yes. They’re paying to help me through my heat…and to court me, technically.”
“I don’t understand how this is going to work. Packs court us when they’re looking to add an omega to their pack, not to become baby daddies.”
I huff out a surprised laugh as I set my last suitcase by the door. I’m not sure how long, exactly, I’ll be at that massive house, but I want to make sure I’ll have a variety of outfits, along with plenty of comfy, cozy, soft loungewear and pajamas for my preheat and post heat.
Highly doubt I’ll need any clothes at all during my heat.
“It’s just a more formal way of saying we’re going to spend time getting to know each other.”
“Okay, let’s pretend you find out they’re the most amazing pack in the world. Wouldn’t you rather become their omega then eventually grow a family together instead of becoming their walking, talking incubator.”
My nose wrinkles. “You just made me sound like livestock.”
“Then stop volunteering for the barn.”
Tucking my wallet into my back pocket, I grab my keys. “You’re being super dramatic. This pack is not the first in history to seek a surrogate to carry a child for them. There are plenty of packs, plenty of alphas, betas, and omegas out there who suffer from infertility.”
She sighs on the other line, her breath sounding like static in my ear. “I think you should invite me over. Let me meet them.”
“You mean threaten them,” I tease as I set my bags outside the door, pull it closed, then double check that it’s locked.
“Eh. Same thing.”
“Let me at least get through my cycle then we’ll have a dinner party.”
She chuckles softly. “I don’t think three alphas and the two of us can be considered a dinner party.”
“It’s whatever I say it is. I got to go. I already packed my ear buds, and I can’t hold you on my shoulder while I carry all this.”
“Why didn’t the Prince Charmings come help.”
“They offered. Honestly, I needed a break from their pheromones before I made a fool of myself.”
Again. Though, it wasn’t really my fault I came so hard and so fast. Alex sucks dick like it’s an Olympic sport and he’s going for gold.
“Call me tomorrow?” Ella says.
“I will. And I’ll make sure the alphas have your number for when I go into heat. Don’t want you sending the cops when I don’t answer for a few days.”
“I can come and hang out if you want. Just during your cycle. If they don’t have a beta, there won’t be anyone there to make sure you four are eating and drinking and, you know, washing off the cum and slick.”
“Ella,” I say with another shocked laugh.
